The Cold Breeze of Vengeance

Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.

This story is a work of fiction developed solely by me. All The characters in the story are above 18.

However, a warning may be warranted: While this is a fictional story with characters above 18 years of age, it references child molestation and abuse. The story talks extensively about the feelings of the protagonist towards his molester and how he eventually exacts his revenge. The story also deals with blackmail and coercion.

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Back in the year 2000, I was around 9 years old and lived with a big family of eight members. My family had been living in the same rented house for around twenty-five years. We had the same neighbours for over 20 years who also lived on rent, so the two families were reasonably friendly. By 2000, my neighbour's family consisted of a married couple and two sons aged 18 and 10 years.

Having watched several psycho-thrillers and whatnot, I can present several circumstantial pieces of evidence today that the older son of my neighbour (let's call him Aditya) was either a psychopath or a sociopath.

His parents used to adopt dogs in the early 2000s, but none of the dogs lasted for more than a few months. The dogs would die mysteriously, and I vaguely remember a rumour that Aditya was responsible for their deaths. I am not sure what happened but eventually, the neighbours stopped adopting dogs and started domesticating cows. What I know for sure is that Aditya had once stoned a frog to death in 2003- so his hurting dogs is not a big stretch.

Aside from the obvious cruelty to animals, he also kept a very vile company and was imprisoned at least once. I also remember him doing some things which I consider severely blasphemous- for example, he would put his hands inside his mother's blouse or grab her breasts very hard in front of people.

His eccentric sexual behaviour was not limited to his mother though. His bathroom had a peephole through which he would look at the naked people of his family when they were bathing, especially his father or any other domestic help who would use the bathroom- man or woman.

In Aditya's defence, I think he was at least physically abused by his father. I am not sure if he was sexually abused as well, but I wouldn't put it past his father. Anyways, I strongly suspect that Aditya was abused, and that is the only bit of sympathy I have for him.

Coming back to the story, I was strictly instructed by my family to stay away from him. However, he managed to secure a very mysterious influence over me. Needless to explain how he used this "mysterious influence".

Over the years, I realised what had happened to me, and how it had affected me; I worked hard to overcome the ill effects of child abuse. However, there would be times when something or the other would trigger a very strong feeling of revenge. Anyways, for most of my life till 2020, I did not spare a lot of thought on him; I lived my life the way I wanted to: had lots of sex with a variety of men- all of them were consensual, of course. I also picked up men in public transport, seduced my fellow passengers, and even jacked off a guy in a crowded bus. I thought I had moved on from the darkness that had engulfed my childhood, but fate has a weird way of putting that which we are most desperate of forgetting, in front of us. I took this as an opportunity to exact revenge and executed it in March 2021.

By then, several things had changed. Both my family and my neighbour's family had moved out but both of us had retained the rented accommodations. Aditya (the molester) used this rented accommodation as a private pad for all his illicit activities like hiring prostitutes or calling over his drink buddies while his parents, his wife and his child lived in another house just a few meters away. I had to visit this house to resolve some pending family affairs and this brought me face-to-face with Aditya. I still wasn't very keen on doing anything to him, but then at a lunch with his family, he made some snide remarks about him being such a good friend to me who always helped me through my difficult times and how he helped me achieve my dreams. This ignited the fire that led to the incident that I am sharing with you. It was less his words, and more his expression while he said this that pushed me over the edge.

I was there in the city for around a month, so I had enough time to observe his behaviour and I noted that he usually drank alone on Thursday nights while watching porn and (presumably) jacked off before sleeping. So, I knew that he was typically drunk and horny on Thursdays. I planned my exit from the city such that I left on an early Friday morning after executing my revenge plan on a Thursday night. He had enough alcohol with him, so I didn't even have to buy it. I just bought some food and got myself invited to his house when I knew he would be getting drunk. The core of my plan relied on simply having sex with him. And it was important to me that he doesn't lose consciousness; I just wanted him to be abrasive and uninhibited.

I went to his place at about 9 PM. I took off my shirt and pants and hung them on two nails on the wall. I had two phones and I started video recording on both my phones and deliberately left them in the breast pocket of the shirt and the back pocket of the pant such that a good area of the room was captured between them. I also realised that the room was very messy. So under the pretence of arranging things, I placed the table and the chairs such that he was appropriately captured by my cameras. He sat on a reclining chair while I sat on the bed on his right, while the table remained between us. We started drinking scotch. I was making drinks and made sure my drinks were light while his were stiff. We also had a variety of accompaniments like chicken lollipops, finger chips, chilly paneer, etc. To get in the mood, I also put on some songs which became cheesier as the night darkened.

He appeared to be already high- his eyes were quite red. In the past few years, he had gained a rather big paunch- probably the effect of the comforts of married life. This was a warm March night, so he was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. He was sitting across me, and wasn't wearing underpants; I could see his bulge as his boxer collected around his crotch. He was the stereotypical bad boy; if I wasn't brimming with revenge, I might have found him hot. But then again, if I wasn't brimming with revenge, I wouldn't be sitting here in the first place.

I decided to ignore all the notions of revenge for the time being and to focus on the more immediate objective. I focussed back on what he was saying- he was talking about his work, how he was ready to contest as the alderman of the area and some associated bureaucratic nonsense he was involved in. I smirked inwardly and started taking more interest in what he was saying- I would compliment him for every little thing he had achieved, I would be amazed at his daredevilry, and would find excuses for touching him- I made it a point to behave in a feminine way in front of him.

I had dressed very carefully for the evening. Having taken off my shirt and pants, I too had a pair of boxer shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt which was a size smaller to accentuate the curves of my chubby body. I had also made it a point to shave and moisturise my entire body- after all what self-respecting straight guy likes a hairy man? Even though I was sitting across from him, I would find ways to rub my legs against his every now and then. I think he noticed that as well because my legs looked exceptionally fair, smooth and shiny. I had also shaved my beard completely so I was looking particularly androgynous.

We continued drinking, and I noticed that he was frequently scratching his dick. After three rounds of drinking, I decided to get up to pee. Peeing was just an excuse; I wanted him to observe my ass. So, when I went to pee, I deliberately wiggled my ass a little hoping that he noticed its rotundness.

Anyways, once I came back, I offered to make another drink and also took out some food. Needless to say, I wasn't particularly hungry but ate a little bit anyway. After eating, I sat in front of him and started stretching in various ways- first I brought both my hands above my head so that he could see my soft, glowing, smooth and fair belly. Then I brought both my hands in front of me to make my man-boobs more pronounced. All this time he was just looking at me through those red, drunken eyes. I blushed a little and asked what he was looking at. He didn't say anything. So, I made another drink for him; but used this as an excuse to sit closer to him.

I offered him the drink which he took. He was now sitting in a relaxed form in the chair such that his legs were spread while he was leaning back on his chair. As he took a few sips of the drink, I casually kept my hands on his knees and said that we should sleep now. He just grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch- exactly as I had planned.

However, I pulled my hand away from him, pretended to be scandalized and said, "What are you doing?"

He was very drunk by now and started abusing me. I tried to get away from him, but I was sitting in a rather uncomfortable position and before I could move, he grabbed me by my hand and pulled me towards him. I fell in front of him and he grabbed my hair, took out his dick and shoved it down my throat.

I started coughing and choking, but he was too drunk to realise anything. I had to fight hard to escape his grip and by the time I managed to do that, I was teared up, coughing and gasping for breath. He hardly gave me five seconds to recover my composure when he again grabbed me by both hands- one holding my hair while the other on my neck and pushed his dick as deep inside my throat as he could and began face-fucking me. Such was his force that my gag reflex kicked in within three or four thrusts and I had to use both my hands to push him away from me. I pushed him so hard that he and his chair moved back several inches, I escaped his clutch and crashed into the table shattering the bottle of whiskey, and our glasses and dropping all the food.

When I looked back at him, he was staring daggers at me ready to attack all over again and all I could think about was to run- or at least pretend to run. I made sure that I was vocal in my begging to stop him, hoping that even if I am not covered in the video, my voice is. Before I could do anything, he came to me in three steps, grabbed me by my t-shirt and threw me on the bed. I was on my back when he climbed on me and pinned me down. He brought both my hands above my head and held them with his right hand while he brought his left hand just below my head to lift it and started shoving his dick in my throat. I could still move my body but I was never so helpless. Every time I moved my chest or legs, he would just push himself deeper down my throat and I would find myself gagging even more. It took me several deep-throat fucks to free myself from him. I lifted my head towards his dick as much as possible and pushed him off. He went off balance and fell off the bed and onto the floor which gave me a few minutes to regain my breath. But I didn't try to run because I realised that I had ensnared his senses- partly through the alcohol and partly by invoking his lust. Yes, he was very rough with me, but he didn't have to know how much I enjoyed rough sex. And I made sure that it didn't show on my face. After all, I wanted him to think that he had forced himself on me.

Anyways, he clearly wasn't satisfied. He pulled me to the edge of the bed such that while I was on my back, my body was on the bed but my head was hanging off the side. I pleaded to him in a teary and broken voice, but he bent his knees and pushed his dick in my mouth and down my throat and used both his hands to hold my neck. He started mouth fucking me again while also choking me with his hands to tame me. I grabbed his forearms and held them tightly, piercing my nails into his arms in the process. At this point, he was fucking my throat brutishly so that a gaging sound was coming from me which was mingled by Aditya's moans. I was thrashing on the bed, and kicking on the walls trying to escape his hold and he was increasing his grip around my neck. At some point during all this, I tensed my jaw. His dick started rubbing against my teeth and he finally relaxed his grip on me. As soon as I could, I pushed myself away from him, lest he start this all over again.

I looked towards him, he was still hard, but barely. His dark dick was glistening in my saliva and he was looking at me. I was not sure what he was thinking- his expression was difficult to read, but I had a feeling that he was enjoying the sex. I doubt the ladies he typically met were amenable to such rough sex. Well, I was right because he beckoned me using his finger. I started inching away from him, begging him to let me go but he pulled me towards him and began kissing me. As he continued kissing me, he sat on the bed and pulled me closer so that now I was sitting on his lap, my hands on his back. One of his hands was just above my neck while the other was around my waist. We were in a tight embrace and I was sitting on his dick which was rapidly stiffening.

Both of us were sweaty and naked now. I don't remember how we got naked, but I did see my torn t-shirt and boxer thrown across the room. Before I could ponder over this, he shifted his hands so that he was holding my butt cheeks and spreading them apart. His dick head was poking at my hole now. I had to stabilize myself by holding him tighter while he started kissing my neck. He lifted me more so that my nipples were near his lips. I tried to push him away, but he started sucking my nipple and would bite them hard to prevent me from escaping. I could only plead that he let me go. I was in a rather uncomfortable position- we were in the lotus position now, but my body was lifted so that my nipples could reach his lips. So, my whole body while embracing him was resting on my shins. As he started biting my nipples, he was using his right hand to hold me close to him while he used his left hand to position his dick on my hole. As I tried to escape from him, he used his hands to push me on his dick and suddenly I was in agonizing pain as he slid his dick inside me without much lube or preparation. I let out as painful a shriek as I could while also trying to relax my hole as much as possible which was my only respite. I was screeching my heart out but he just grabbed me tighter and pushed me all the way down on his dick and began kissing and biting me all over my face, neck and shoulder. I couldn't stop screaming and writhing in pain trying to free myself but to little avail.

He screwed me in this position for several minutes until he got tired and relaxed his grip on me. I was now hugging him tightly, my nails digging into his back and I trying to breathe through the pain which was subsiding gradually. He turned me roughly, bent me over the bed and penetrated again. I couldn't help but let out another high-pitched cry of pain. He responded to this with a tight spank on my ass, held both my hands behind me, increased his speed and started cussing wildly. With every thrust, I would let out a bone-chilling aah and he would moan and cuss with the occasional humph.

This went on for quite some time and eventually, he bent forward to grab my moobs while he continued fucking me in the dog pose. He continued cussing me, fucking me, and squeezing my breasts but every now and then he would ask me if I was enjoying it. His speed was picking up now, and he penetrated with such force that I fell on the bed; he too fell on top of me cussing loudly. He was so angry at this that he squeezed both my nipples, bit my ears and applied another thrust- all at the same time making me yell louder than ever.

Aditya was now pulling me up on the bed. I was on my stomach, lying along the length of the bed; he was on top of me, his dick inside me once again. He had me in a chokehold now- my throat was trapped between his left bicep and forearm and he used his right hand to grab hold of my balls. As he increased his fucking speed, he also increased his pressure on my nuts and my throat and whispered in my ear: ab kar harkat sali bahinchod randi (take it now, you slutty bitch). The more I moved or tried to free myself, the more aggressive he became- he had snaked his legs around mine and was fucking me brutally while choking and sack-tapping me. And all I could do was hold on to his left hand as tightly as I could.

Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I felt what was the peak of everything- and with one last thrust, with one tight squeeze and with one strong choke, he let out a guttural aaaaahhhh and I a muffled gurgle. Thus he came. I could feel the rapid pulsating of his dick and the associated emptying of his balls in my ass while his hold on my throat and my balls relaxed. As I regained my breath, and as he fell on top of me, I realised that I had also cum with him. He was still panting as he whispered, we should do this again. I did not respond but continued sobbing and crying till he drifted to sleep on top of me.

It took me a couple of minutes to stabilise myself and regain my breath. Now that I had achieved what I wanted, I just had to play the final part. I checked the videos of the two phones, selected the one which has better clarity of his face and sent it to him. I have to say the recording captured him at his vilest, and for the unaware it would be heart-wrenching largely due to the sounds I made. Incidentally, my face wasn't really visible much. For the most of it, my back or my legs were visible. This gave me an idea. I took out a piece of paper from my wallet, grabbed a pen and wrote a letter to him. I made sure that my eyes were watering and a couple of tears dropped on the paper. I also wrote in such a manner that it appeared that my hands were shaking as I wrote the letter. The room was already quite messed up by now, so it only added to the narrative I wanted to create.

I left the letter displayed prominently on the table. It was 2 AM. I sneaked out of his house and went back to mine. Took a shower and cleaned myself, and left the city for good.

It was a pleasant morning enriched with a cool summer wind. As I was leaving, I turned back and saw the door of his house which I had left ajar. My whole body was hurting, I could barely walk. Yet, I couldn't help but smile at what I awaited Aditya in the letter that I had penned. It read:

Aditya, I don't know how much you remember from last night because you were pretty drunk but last night you brutally violated me. You slept after that but I couldn't so I am leaving because I cannot bear to see you anymore. I begged you repeatedly to stop but you did not listen.

If you need any proof of what you did last night, just look around the room to see the mess you created and my clothes you tore as you became the monster that you really are. If that is not enough, you will also see dried blood on your dick when you get up in the morning as well as all the scratch marks that I made on your chest, back and face while trying to push you away. And if that isn't enough either, look into your phone where I have taken several pictures of my body and where you bit me in your despicable lust. And if you still don't believe what I am saying, check your phone again. There is a recording which shows exactly what happened last night. It shows your vilest, dirtiest and most disgusting form. Now that I have this proof, I hold your future in my hands. Here is what you are going to do- you will publish a public apology in the city newspaper where you will confess to being a sexist monster and apologize for ruining the lives of people through this vile act. You will include your name and your picture with the apology but it should not contain any information about your victims. You have five days to do this.